There is no ‘bucket list’ - Lynne and I are both well, thank you – but we have arrived at a point in our lives where we have the time, the money and the good health to indulge in a passion for travel. We know how lucky and privileged we are to be able to do this, and we know it won’t last for ever, but while it does…..

Monday, 2 February 2015

Galle, Fish and a Fort: Part 14 of Sri Lanka, Isle of Seredip

Sadly the time had come for us to return to Colombo,
completing our big circle round central and southern Sri Lanka, and then head
home.

We drove west from Marissa, the road no more than a line of palm
trees from the beach, a pretty coastline with more fishing boats than sunbathers. If there were few reminders of the devastating tsunami of 2004, it was
not possible to erase it from our minds completely.

Stilt fishermen may be unique to Sri Lanka and at one time
they were promoted as one of the sights of the island; perched on flimsy bamboo
constructions among the breakers they have, or rather had, an unusual though
not particularly ancient method of fishing. After the fall of Singapore in 1942
the British feared the Japanese would next target Sri Lanka in a bid to
establish a route to the oilfields of the Persian Gulf. To defend the island
the coastal waters were extensively mined so the locals, not wishing to be
blown up, beached their boats and took to stilt fishing. After the war, when
the mines were cleared, stilt fishing lingered on, but increasingly as a
tourist attraction. Today, anyone perching on stilts during the hours of
daylight is fishing only for tourists.

In this post we travel from Marissa, just west of Matara, to Galle and then on to Colombo

As reality morphed into pantomime and tourist board
promotion declined, the touts patrolling the shore demanding money from gawping
tourists became ever more unpleasant and aggressive.

We encountered the largest concentration around the small
town of Ahangama though, like coastal strips everywhere, one place seemed to
run into another and I was never quite sure where we were. Ravi was reluctant
to stop but slowed to walking pace so we could grab the picture below. Taken on
the move with a small and distant subject, it is hardly a photographic masterpiece
but even in obtaining this we were challenged by touts running towards us aggressively
suggesting that we should pay for the privilege of taking a picture in public.
Ravi shook his head and accelerated away to the sound of abuse.

Stilt fisherman somewhere near Ahangama

A little further down the road, on the outskirts of the city
of Galle, we paused at the fish market. The catch, differentiated by species, was
laid out on blankets on the pavement. Some of the stalls were extensive while others
displayed only the product of a single small boat.

The fish market, Galle

With just under 100,000 residents, Galle (pronounced 'Gaul')
is Sri Lanka's fifth biggest city. It was an important trading post long before
the arrival of Europeans; 'a flourishing settlement' according to the 14th century Moroccan traveller Ibn Battuta. James Emerson Tennent, a 19th century
British Governor of Ceylon identified Galle with the biblical Tarshish, from
where King Solomon obtained gold, spices, ivory, apes and peacocks. The idea
is fanciful, though all those goods would have been available.

The Fish market, Galle

A Portuguese fleet sheltered in the harbour in 1505. Hearing
the town's many cockerels crowing at dusk they named the city Ponte de Galo, which
in time became Galle. This too is fanciful - it probably derives from the
Sinhalese gala, a place where cattle
are herded - a common element in place names throughout the island.

80 years after they first put in an appearance the
Portuguese returned and built a fortress on the easily defended, roughly
rectangular headland. The Dutch captured Galle in 1640 after a four day siege
and set about a serious upgrade of the fortifications. Their fort and the
enclosed old city are a UNESCO world heritage site.

Galle Fort, copyright Galle Media Works, borrowed from Wikipedia
I like to use my own photographs where possible, but this aerial view shows Galle Fort so well I could not resist it
The harbour is on the right with the grassy oval of the cricket stadium behind while on the seaward edge the lighthouse and the white Meeran Jumma mosque stand out. The modern city is mostly hidden in the trees, top right.

The fortifications were never tested in armed conflict; when
the British ousted the Dutch during the Napoleonic War little shooting was
involved. They did, however prove their worth in the 2004 tsunami, protecting
the old town while the new town was devastated.

The massive Sun, Moon and Star Bastions protect the
vulnerable landward side. The rather ugly clock tower was added in 1883 during
British rule and was paid for by public subscription to commemorate a much
loved local doctor.

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The clock tower and the Moon Bastion, Galle Fort

On the neck of land between the fort and the new city is
Galle International Stadium. Still the home of Galle Cricket Club it was
upgraded in 1998 to also become a Test Match venue. Largely destroyed in the
2004 tsunami, it was rebuilt and reopened in 2007. Unlike the Rajapaska stadium
in Hambantota, and the Dambulla stadium this is definitely not a white
elephant, having staged 23 test matches and numerous one day internationals. From
the picture it is not obvious how it accommodates 35,000 spectators, nor why it
is unfailingly described as the most picturesque stadium on the test circuit,
but the grandstands would give views of the bastions on one side and the Indian
ocean on two others.

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Galle International Cricket Stadium from the Moon Bastion

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From the bastion we headed out to the northern edge of the
fortification and strolled along the wall above the ocean.

The walls are dead straight between the sharp angles required
to accommodate nature’s reluctance to deliver straight lines. On each angle is
a bastion staring defiantly out to sea and providing lines of fire along the
sea wall – lines of fire that have never been used.

Looking back at Flag Rock Bastion on the seaward side, Galle Fort

Eventually we turned left across the blunt end of the
headland towards the lighthouse on the Utrecht Point Bastion.

Approaching the lighthouse on Utrecht Point Bastion

Across the road, just before the lighthouse, is the Meeran
Jumma mosque. The Portuguese allowed no mosques inside their fort, but the
Dutch were more relaxed and the first mosque was built in the 1750s. The Meeran
Jumma mosque was built in 1904 on the site of the earlier Portuguese cathedral which
may or may not account for its strangely Portuguese baroque look.Two small towers pass for minarets and if it
was not for the Arabic writing and the crescent moons on the towers it would not be recognisable as
a mosque. I have been unable to find any convincing reason for the unusual
design.

Meeran Jumma mosque, Galle Fort

Approaching the harbour we left the wall and dropped into
Queen’s Street where we paused at a converted warehouse for an overpriced
ginger beer.

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A good spot for an over-priced ginger beer, Galle Fort

A little further along is the Old Portuguese Gate, one of
the few physical remnants of Portuguese rule. Until the British punched the Main
Gate through the wall between the Moon and Sun bastions it remained the only
entrance to the fort. The coat of arms over the gate is of the Dutch East India
Company with their VOC logo (Vereenigde
Oost-Indische Compagnie). The British coat of arms sits on the outside of
the gate, rather emphasising the passing of Portuguese power.

The Old Portuguese Gate, Galle Fort

At the end of Queen's Street is the post office where there
is still a functioning British Pillar box, the GviR suggesting it was put here
between 1936 and 1952.

A very British pillar box, Galle Fort

Built in 1836, the nearby All Saint's church with its
strange squat tower is a small isolated fragment of the English gothic revival.
I rather like it, despite the Lonely Planet
calling it ugly, though I admit it looks more than a little out of place.

All Saints Anglican Church, Galle Fort

The Lonely Planet also calls the interior
dark and mildewed, but I think the Burmese teak pews are rather fine. The
church still functions and despite the altar standing on the site of the former
town gallows it summons up the strange homely charm of the ‘warm beer and
spinsters on bicycles' branch of the C of E which never really existed outside
John Major’s imagination.

Burmese teak pews and the former site of the town gallows
All Saints Anglican Church, Galle Fort

Further up the road the Dutch Reform Church is a more
universally admired piece of colonial architecture. The ‘Groote Kirke’ is the
third building in Galle to serve as a church for the Dutch community. Built in
1755 the detached belfry was added 50 years later. It is so detached it is on
the other side of the road and we did not even notice it.

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The Groote Kirke, Dutch Reformed Church, Galle Fort

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That completed our circumambulation of Galle Fort. Having visited
one of the wards of Galle we, like most tourists, left the other fourteen
unvisited and continued our drive along the coast. There are 120km of this road
before Colombo and as we had already seen plenty of it Ravi suggested we take
the motorway. Unaware that Sri Lanka had a genuine stretch of motorway/autobahn/freeway
we readily agreed.

On a new multi-lane road, unhindered by much traffic we made
short work of the distance. I am old enough to remember a time when motorways
were a novelty and people actually went out to service stations to eat. We had
lunch at Sri Lanka's one and only motorway service station. It was clean, bright
and largely empty but we found a bakery that provided a very satisfactory light
lunch.

Lunch at a motorway service station, Galle to Colombo motorway

We arrived in Colombo in the early afternoon. The rest of
the day belongs with the Colombo post, the next and final one from Sri Lanka.

About Me

After teaching maths for thirty six years I discovered I was boring myself, never mind the poor unfortunate students, so I decided to retire. My wife retired at the same time, and this blog is the result……
Most of our travelling is in Europe and Asia, we prefer places where we don’t speak the language or, better still, read the alphabet.
We also travel in England and Wales, often (at least in my case) on foot, and many posts feature these walks.
Food and drink are important, too. We like to eat well and attempt to stick to the food of the country we are in. I’ll try pretty well anything and enjoy most of it.
I am a supporter of Amnesty International and believe it is important to travel with an open mind and open eyes.